Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.